Another day has come,
to put on a fake smile as I look in the mirror in the morning,
Plaster an elegant face and hide my emotions behind my make up as I go to work.

Another day has arrived,
to pretend to look sophisticated and wealthy,
by putting on a fake Gucci-labelled jacket that my fellow low classed workmates won't easily discover fake.

So, another day has come,
To put on stilettos as I'm getting closer to work,
So that people think I've worn them all the way from home as I'm getting out of my borrowed car.

As I'm getting to work, I know another day has come,
For me to spread on a darker red shade of lip gloss on my pouted lips before I'm summoned to my boss's office for a daily report.
I still need to get married again, don't I?
Being a divorcee is not what I'm living for.

Yet another day has come,
As lunch time arrives at work,
And I make sure not to buy too much expensive...